New Zealand Festival - Roppongi Hills

16th of Nov, 2007ce* in: eat

This weekend is New Zealand Paradise Week at roppongi hills arena in Tokyo. The company I work for is responsible for one of the Booth designs, my part to play is also visible in the costume design and paraphernalia (booklets, folders etc). The general theme is grass, so if you see a booth there covered in fake grass, you’ll know who was responsible!

Eat in Style Magazine

ce* in: blog

The office where I work is very nice, it was designed by Eat and Steve Lidbury. Sometimes, it’s used for modeling shoots. So this month you will be able to see a little bit of the office in Style Magazine. I see enough, but it’s always a pleasure.

bank statement

9th of Nov, 2007ce* in: diary

sometimes Japan is, well, nuts.

I went to the bank to get a statement on my account a few days ago, only to be told by a rather squat gentleman with dangerous nosehair that they can’t give me a statement. I was told to use the internet instead. Considering citibank’s internet banking is a joke, I told them to shove the site where the sun doesn’t shine and let me talk to an account advisor. Eventually I got to floor 2 of the shibuya citibank building, sidestepping the festooning nose haired gentleman who had up until this point been blocking my way, thanks to a silent but proactive member of staff. I was handed a ticket, special access!!

On level two of citibank I took my seat and waited my turn. After a few minutes I was allowed to talk to a human being who promptly informed me that they don’t “do” statements. The human being raised her arms to form the giant X symbol of no. Recognising this symbol to mean that I should get angry and pursue my right to a statement on my account, I turned my Japanese up a dial and demanded a statement or I would close my account. The human being had now lost the power of speech, and was being controlled remotely by robot using invisible wires, they collectively decided to print me a statement. Although, the beauty of this is they still had the last laugh… I wasn’t allowed to take it with me.